I never had friends,
just acquaintances.
I thought I knew,
but I never did.
I wanted to believe
I wasn’t being deceived
but instead I felt that knot
so tightly tied in knots
in my guts
like intestines
that I’ve seen on outsides.
Like hidden agendas
and polite ICIANS
like magicians
creating partitions.
Like those dozens
of covens
and covenants
and dumb dumb dumb shit.
Secret society bullshit.
Witchcraft is not just HIS craft
and Voodoo is NOT JUST WHAT HE DO.
and HIS story needs to hear HER STORY TOO.
And then TOGETHER TETHERED
as a TEAM
perhaps these things that have ended up all GREY
and astray LUKE-WARMISH SHIT
this is a WARNING IT IS!
All these societies and sororities and other things
and brotherhoods and sisterhoods
BE HEARD AND HEAR
AND SPEAK WITHOUT FEAR.
Trauma bonded is an abusive
mean way to OWN SHIT.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN.
Shit.
I wish we could free Mason’s
but I never met Mason.
I wish we could expose SANTERIA!
But I LIVE in the Crystal Ball.
I don’t have a million dollars
and if I did?
I’d find a way to give back to y’all.
Needs met.
Ghost is ME.